"He's in advertising, I think," said Pitch. "1 think he's in advertising." He was speaking a little faster and more loudly now. Joe had sunk even deeper in his chair and, with his hat awry and his glass perilously tilted, had closed his eyes again. He opened them after a while. "So do I," he said. "Yes, sir. He was one swell guy. You and me and him sure did have fun. Me, 1 believe in old friends, Pitch. To hell with anybody but old friends, that's what 1 say. My wife knows how 1 feel about that. 1 don't give a damn how she feels-what she knows. Where's that waiter " "You want another drink, Joe?" asked Pitch. He was sitting rather stiffly in his chair and kept glancing about the lobby. "You're damn right I do, you're damn right I want another drink. Let's drink to old Ned. Hey, waiter! Hey!" The waiter, looking a little sullen, came slowly to where they sat. "Two more of the same and make it snappy," said Joe. """,That you grinning about?" " I ' .." m not grInnIng, said the waiter, coldly. "I only got time for one more, Joe," said Pitch. "1 got to go to some party. 1 got to get dressed, too, dam- mit." "Yeh, yeh, I know. I won't dress. To hell with it. 1 was saying to my wife, 'Go on and get dressed if you want to, get dressed, but you ain't going to get me to dress, , that's what I said." He sat in silence again. "Boy, it sure is fine to be with . P o h " you agaIn, Itc. "I t' s swell to be with you, Joe," said Pitch. "There ain't no damn friends like your old friends, is what 1 say," said J oe. "You and me and Pitch was pals if anybody ever was ever pals and by Gahd I mean THE NEW YORKER He looked up at the clock above the desk in the lobby. "Never mind about that, never mind about the time," said Joe. "It isn't always I get a chance to have a couple drinks with you. I was saying to her last night, 'I may be a little late.' 1 said maybe I'd be a little late, anyway." " I "o d P o h " w 11 0' · see, sal ItC. e , It S Just a little past six-thirty. Well-" The waiter brought the drinks. "Well- here's to old Ned." "Here's to old Ned," said Joe, drink- ing. "One of the swellest guys that ever lived and I mean that. What the hell kind of business is he in?" ' /, /, - - "" ø r\ iìt . .' ( .1: 'p ...., ! :>._. " / .",,, -. ".; . R :." l f/':" '. :: .::-..... ..... ",::,::::..' . ::.:::: .... ;": .}?:: ." rll?\:;:*_ l At: : r':: i " ! - :' .:' : . :;; ;; ";bi.,,/: -::' ': :" ;ft. ::i i, t:'::ff =\i}}" .; ":. .: ..' /::i/. è;:fJ$i ". ,,";":':::,:,:::::- .. . .......:. . . -. . . ,-" ..-:....... ....: \ " ..;; ;: ,ikl:\l 1.$ ... h_ . .,:'J> ' ') ;o. ::....:{ ::.. y "';';':'. "\... ';';:- ..,"' .:: , 1t, " e'/ could play this scene in l1ZY sleep, but 1 get a kick out of watching old Evan.s slzow me how." 17